Chapter 4

With sweat trickling down my skin in the dim hotel gym, my mind wandered like it tended to do. However, instead of the beachside scenes I zoned out to in the past, Derrin’s gold-streaked eyes glinted. As I moved, the tight workout shorts slid over my shaved flesh. So much for the calming effect of exercise. Legs shaking, I huffed my way back to my room.

Should I satisfy myself in the shower? Or wait for ... Wait for him to watch?

While my heart pounded, I chewed my lower lip. Once the sweaty clothing surrounded my feet, my fingertips skimmed my glistening mound. The tiniest stubble had appeared. After raising my eyebrow, I nodded at my reflection in the mirror.

“Sure”—I gulped—”I can wait.”

When the next climax arrived, it’d be huge. And that meant a good show, which meant good money. Plus, pretty Derrin would be there. A grin flashed onto my face as I picked up the razor and headed into the shower.

An hour later, he texted, saying they were ready, and I stared at my phone. Tell Dave or not? With a quick shake of my head, I tossed it to the bedside table and wrapped Big Max in a towel. He didn’t need to know.

Besides, the video may suck; Derrin may send me away. I swallowed. The look on his face and his gleaming eyes while I ground against Dave flashed into my mind. Uh, huh? Sure, he would.

Not bothering with clothes, I pulled the faithful thin robe around me and cinched its belt tight. But, one hand gripping Big Max’s wrapped mass, I froze in the little foyer.

“No,” I muttered, looking back at the phone. “We’ve been married too long to keep secrets. I gotta tell him.”

After returning to lift the device, the world slowed. For the longest time, a glossy red fingernail hovered above the “call” button as I stared into the mirror. Shiny in the filtered light, wavy auburn tresses, done up and placed with care, framed my face. It had taken a while, but I’d gotten the smoky, sultry evening makeup Dave called my “fuck me war paint” just right.

It’s not married Laura. This is sexy Rochelle, correct?

“Yes,” left me in a whisper.

With a sigh, I tossed the phone down once more and strode into the hall in nothing but a robe and my heels. As my heart hammered, each reflective surface along the way drew me so I could check myself. An instant later, I found myself focused on a door.

Room 834.

As my chest tightened, the numbers wavered in and out of focus. While letting out a long exhale, I squeezed Big Max’s toweled bulk. The older the boys, the more money they required. It was a simple math problem to which providence had provided an answer. Everything would be fine. All I’d be doing was what I needed to do, anyway. A trickle racing down my leg reinforced that point.

Wham, bam and wait for the cash to roll in.

Plus, Derrin would be there.

Another tickling stream descended an inner thigh.

With a shiver, I knocked.

Even as I lowered my hand, the door whooshed open, and air caught in my throat. My gaze snapped to the broad smile on the sleek Asian woman’s rounded face. When Mia’s fingers grasped my wrist, I let her tug me forward. The calming, rich aroma of pepper, delicate mimosa, and warm sandalwood wafted from her. She wore a simple black dress. Her long bluish-black tresses gleamed as they swished across her back.

“You look lovely,” she said, her eyes sweeping me from head to toe.

Under her twinkling gaze, I trembled again. One more pair of rivulets descended my weakening legs.

At a loud rumble of thunder, my glance shot to the closed, heavy drapes as my heels click-clacked over the tile floor. A ring of tripod-mounted lights centered on the bed were the only sources of light. Heart rate zooming, I furrowed my brow. It was the same room, but much neater. The aroma of household cleaner prevailed. Three cameras pointed at the mattress, which was covered in a crisp white sheet; I sucked on my lips. Somebody had piled several fluffy pillows in the middle.

Today I was the principal attraction. Not an after-thought or late addition. A grin spread across my face. Another trickle wove its way downwards.

“Ah, there’s our star!”

When he sauntered from the bathroom, Derrin flashed that brilliant smile and swept those flutter-producing pretty eyes over me. And flutter I did as my lips parted. With a swipe of his finger on a small black box, the lights dimmed. Mia drifted from my side, turned on an array of electric candles, and checked each camera.

One of the large swivel chairs spun around to reveal Dave dressed in a skintight polo shirt and trousers. Though my heart had been racing all morning, it lurched in my chest. Despite, just as the prior day, his attention being on the phone in his hands, he fired me a quick grin before returning to the screen.

A much louder peal of thunder shook the building.

“Any time you’re ready. No rush.” Derrin grinned. “No rush at all.”

With a swift slide of my tongue over the bright red—yes, I’d checked, and the color looked fine in the photos—waxy lipstick, I unwrapped Big Max. When the long, thick ebon mass came into view, Mia emitted a surprised gasp, and Derrin’s eyes sparkled. As those perfect eyebrows lifted, his jaw dropped. His focus flicked from the large, jet-black rod, its ridges glinting in the flickering candles, to my face, before sweeping my shivering naked frame.

Lost in his gaze, I didn’t remember removing the robe that puddled at my feet. While I looked at him and tried to be sexy, my knees moved onto and across icy, snow-colored sheets toward the pillow mound. The chilly air caused goosebumps to erupt over my body, even as it flared with constrained need.

Showtime.

Already puffing, I rolled to my back and slid into the feather-filled cushions. My gaze zipped between the ring of cameras, dimmed lights, and faint flickering faux candles. Engrossed in his phone, Dave had rotated the chair away and paid no attention. With a smile on her face, Mia stood next to Derrin, who dipped to look through a camera, now focused between my quivering limbs.

Showtime.

As my heart ached, my chest went taut. For a brief second, I glimpsed the exit. But then widened my legs. When I arched up to position myself just right, the stilettos scraped before digging deep into the mattress. Under the bright lights, the folds between my shaking thighs glistened. Flushed, they squelched as I moved.

Can they hear that? I swallowed a nervous giggle. They’re about to hear and see a lot more.

After a loud gulp, I bit into the corner of my lip and glided my dearest travel companion downward along my stomach. Mia’s eyes widened. With my fingers gripping the thick ebon silicon, Big Max began his most treasured job.

As its blunt, rounded helm parted my slippery folds, I moaned and arched off the bed when he buried himself with a slow twist into me. My focus flew to the ceiling. Already soaking, my flesh offered little resistance to the solid dildo plunging deeper while my other fingertips, nails clicking together, sought and twisted a throbbing nipple.

While squirming from side to side, I’d no idea what I looked like, stroking the ebon tool ever more quickly. God almighty! It had been a long morning. Yep, gonna be a big one, alright. When my abdomen spasmed, the room blurred. With a cry, my head drove backwards, sinking into the pillows, obliterating my crafted hair. Waves of heat flared across my face.

Oh yeah! Big money coming my way. Our way. My way.

What would Derrin’s cock feel like? Those beautiful hazel eyes flashed into my thoughts. As my stomach became ever more tense, my breathing quickened.

Oh, this is gonna be a tremendous fucking orgasm.

With tremors blasting through my legs, my toes curled tight, scraping inside the vibrating, scratching heels.

The bed shifted.

When I turned my head to stare through scattered auburn strands, a low moan slithered from me. Clothes and phone abandoned, Dave was crawling closer. At first, my gaze swept the approaching coal-hued hunk’s mountainous mass of muscles. But then my view dropped ... The world stuttered.

Wow! His—His cock is huge!

Plus, as swollen as it was, he was happy to see me. As I gulped, its massive purple-black knob was aiming for my face. A large, glistening globule gleamed in its deep slit.

Time stopped.

Although my thrusting slowed, Big Max continued to squish back and forth within me. Dave halted with his tip just beyond my lips. Fresh men’s soap, along with the aroma of orange and leather, engulfed me. The cologne’s hints of leather were also fitting. My God, he was a mass of rippling ebon majesty. Our eyes locked and his long, powerful fingers slipped onto my wrist. After peeling my hand from the boob, he tugged it towards him.

Right then, alarms started to clang in the distant corners of my skull. I should’ve stopped and run away. All the way back to my husband. But ... But I’d agreed to an interactive solo.

Solo!

Doing this with him, uh... “Us” meant not solo. But then my palm landed on Big Max’s living brother.

So smooth. So warm. God, what a powerful pulse.

Every molecule of air flew from my mouth in a primal moan. As I struggled to breathe, my heart cranked into a frenzy. Blowtorches ignited across my moaning, twisting frame.

No matter what I thought, what I believed, or whatever moral compass Laura, or Rochelle, or anyone else possessed, my fingers curled around that pulsating rod. Though I squeezed, it was so wide my fingertips couldn’t meet. Even as he grinned down at my futile efforts, Dave moved his hand to ensure my rings were visible, then waited.

Everybody waited.

The universe waited.

Muscles tensing on the mattress, I flicked from his twinkling eyes to the sliding globule. So shiny. Thick digits eased loose hair from my face before slowly descending my neck.

This is supposed to be solo!

Had this been Derrin’s plan all along?

Would I do...?

The massive hand pressed into my cleavage, over my racing heart. His own slow, steady pulse now reverberated under my clenching fingers and far inside my chest. Then my heartbeat slowed. After a long sigh, I gnawed on my lower lip. He pressed my trembling frame into the mattress. His powerful digits, hot, rigid and inexorable, glided over my breast and along one throbbing stem. They came together, trapping my aching flesh between them.

“Oh!”

Though pinned, I surged upward and twisted into his palm.

Nope. Not solo!

As my stomach fluttered, I rolled Big Max around within me, gnawing the inside of my cheek while my heels scraped back and forth on the taut white covers. Hot breath raced from my lips and over my hand, now skimming the ridges of that surging deep purple shaft.

At my gentle stroking, he groaned and crushed my aching nipple again.

God! Such nice, strong fingers.

And those nice, widespread long fingers slid from my heaving breast to skim my ribs and meander onto my spasming stomach. While my body writhed along the sheet, my eyelids fluttered. The room continued to pulse in and out of focus.

This is wrong. It’s not what I said I wanted. Sure, said ... But what do I really want?

When he shoved my pelvis into the bed and the firm pressure of his hand glided over my bare mound, my torso arched upward. With every ounce of effort, I dragged my foggy vision up along the rippling muscles to find his face. At first glittering, his eyes twinkled when those magnificent fingers slipped alongside my swollen clit.

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